Chapter 178: Unable, Wuya (please subscribe)

On the Buddhist field.

Su Fan withdrew from the Illusion of Heaven, narrowed his eyes and stared at Monk Yixin, as if he was saying, "If you talk about Buddha, just discuss Buddha well, and you actually release the Illusion of me, it is a bit unkind."

This was his first time in the illusion. The scene was too bloody and shocking. He witnessed his father alone and standing invincible, just like a war god from the Nine Heavens Immortal General.

Although it is an illusion, it is extremely real.

Wunian came to Su Fan, "Uncle Master, be careful. It is easy for him to control himself when he enters the illusion. If he loses himself, he will be doomed if he is not careful."

As the words fell, a loud noise spread. Master Sanzang was knocked away and forced to stabilize his figure. Blood stains on the corner of his mouth overflowed. It turned out that Master Xing Wunian came to help him. Master Sanzang fought against two, and finally fell into a disadvantage and was injured by their internal strength.

This moment.

Su Fan understood that even in the first round of Buddhist scripture competitions, it was essentially a competition of strength. He knew that if he wanted to win, he could not continue to hide his strength.

But in front of the Jianghu forces, it was not a wish that he would think of something. He slowly raised his arm, and the musket appeared in his hand, looking at Monk Yixin, "Come on, continue discussing Buddhist scriptures."

Monk Yixin's eyes fell on the musket, "Mr. Su, what's in your hand?"

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief at the musket, "What to send you to see the Buddha."

Bang.

The musket hit the stone pillar on one side of the Buddha's field, and bursting marks appeared, like a spider web, and the stone pillar could collapse at any time.

Monk Yixin was shocked, his eyes were withdrawn from the stone pillar and landed on the musket. He was shocked. If Su Fan attacked himself with the musket, he would really not be sure to stop it.

Su Fan glanced at Yixin and said, "Come on, continue to discuss Buddhism."

Yixin saw the musket pointing directly at him, and he was silent for a moment, looking at Su Fan with caution, and the latter said: "You don't understand illusions, please start your performance."

"I want to see if your illusion is powerful or my magical artifact is powerful."

"Marty Su, is it going to use foreign objects?" Monk Yixin looked cold, "It has not yet reached the martial arts competition, and I don't want to kill you."

Little did he know that in his heart, Su Fan had issued a killing order, and the musket must belong to him. If Dakang could mass-produce such a powerful magical weapon, what would be difficult to unify the world?

At the same time, he was also worried that Daqin already had a musket, and no matter which one it was, he would get the firearm in Su Fan's hand. This is not allowed to be a man or a gun.

Su Fan said: "Please die, kill me quickly!"

Monk Yixin: "............."

He had never seen such a mean person.

Su Hou, you don’t think that you can defeat me if you own this thing.

Su Fan smiled and said, "The Buddha said: If you can't beat it, you will shoot the head with a shot. This marquis doesn't understand martial arts, but killing you does not require martial arts. It's enough to have it."

Monk Yixin's face looked extremely ugly. Su Fan's words were really not very harmful and were extremely insulting. No one dared to question his strength. Su Fan was the first person and had to make him pay the price.

Just as he was about to take action, Master Yuan's voice came from behind, "Yixin, come back!"

As he finished speaking, he turned to look at Abbot Kong Ming, "How about this Buddhist scriptures draw?"

Abbot Kongming didn't know what he was afraid of, so he looked at Su Fan, "Amitabha, the draw is very good."

When Leyuan saw Yixin return, he said in a deep voice: "Yixin, you lost."

Monk Yixin's face was cold, "Uncle Master, why?"

Leyuan said: "Since you got angry, you have lost. Do you still remember what your master said? You have to learn to manage your emotions. Just now, you have seen emotional changes on Su Fan's face?"

"Even if he comes out of your illusion, he is not at all panicked. The marquis of Daqin Zhenguo is not simple, and he will definitely become your strong enemy in the future. No wonder Zen Master Kong Le chose him to inherit his mantle. This son's mind is very firm."

Monk Yixin said: "Uncle Master, does he really not practice martial arts? Zen Master Kong Le will pass his robe and bowl to a mortal."

Leyuan said: "There is no fluctuation in him at all. Look for an opportunity to try him again. As for the inheritance of the mantle, Buddhism has always talked about the word "reality."

Monk Yixin nodded, "Uncle Master is right, I'm worried."

Leyuan said again: "This time, the Northern Shaolin was fully prepared for discussion on Buddhism. Wunian and Sanzang are both master-level warriors. The next martial arts competition is probably not easy to defeat them."

"Uncle Master, I will not participate in the martial arts competition."

"It should be."

Monk Yixin showed disappointment on his face, "Su Fan does not understand martial arts, but the magical artifact in his hand is very powerful. I am worried that Daqin already owns this thing. We must inform our father as soon as possible."

Leyuan nodded, "This is the harvest here. When we get the secrets in the Sutra Pavilion, we can improve your realm again. You will be the youngest master in the world."

boom.

boom.

Two loud noises spread one after another, and the internal energy breath burst out on the Buddhist field. Wunian, Sanzang and his two figures flew backwards and fell on the edge of the Buddhist field. Two monks from Nan Shaolin also stabilized their figures.

The four masters fought, and they were so terrifying, and the bursting internal energy swept across the figures of the crowd.

Abbot Kongming glanced at Master Leyuan, "The Dharma is boundless, and the winner is not the same as the outcome. Let's start the martial arts competition!"

Leyuan nodded, "I am just thinking this."

In this way, in other words, the next martial arts competition is to win, and the winner is the winner.

He looked at the two monks behind him, "No, Wuyuan, let's go to the next competition!"

The two walked to the Buddhist field, and the other two returned to Yuan. Abbot Kongming did not expect that they would have changed people, and his eyes fell on Wutian. The aura on these two people was very powerful, but they gave people a kind of evil aura.

What they should be practicing is not the secrets of orthodox Buddhist scriptures, just like being knowledgeable about the illusion of the Indian illusion.

Sanzang was injured before and could not participate in the new round of competition. Kongming looked at everyone behind him, "Kongjian, go!"

Soraji clasped his hands together, "I'll give it a try."

The next moment.

Monk Yixin also walked onto the Buddhist field and his eyes fell on Su Fan, "Marty Su, do you dare to have a fight?"

Su Fan shook his head and smiled and said, "Your opponent is not me."

Speaking of this, he turned to look at Fu Sheng, "Go, he is a Grand Master Warrior, be careful."

Fu Sheng said: "Don't worry, brother, I like to beat the Grandmaster now."

Su Fan: "........."

This... was speechless for a moment.

When Fu Sheng appeared on the Buddhist field and stood in front of the monk Yixin, everyone in the field looked at Fu Sheng, all of whom showed doubts. A mortal with no internal energy should compete with Yixin in the Grandmaster realm?

This wave of operations made everyone confused.

(End of this chapter)
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